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Website of poet Elizabeth Rimmer

December in The Territory of Rain

ask keys against a blue sky

A clear day, hard frost

a skein of geese

early twilight, geese finding quiet roosts

frosted seed head

sculptural seed heads of hogweed (not the giant sort – the native, smaller one

oak leaves and pine needles

all the leaves are down now

robin on a high branch

robins singing defiantly.

This last week has been a rush, but these are some of the best moments I’ve had lately.


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